I wish de day was neah at han' I'ze tiahed of dis grievin' lan' I'ze tiahed of de lonely yeahs; I want to des dry up my teahs An go 'long home. Oh, Mastah, won't you sen' de call; My frien's is daih, my hope, my all. I'ze waitin' whaih de road is rough I want to hyeah you say: "Enough, Ole man! Come home." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONFLICT by CECIL DAY LEWIS DEAD MAN'S DUMP by ISAAC ROSENBERG MELANCHOLY by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS SIBLINGS OF A GRAYER SKY by NAVEED ALAM THOREAU'S FLUTE by LOUISA MAY ALCOTT D.O. BARNETT by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |